#raynethread

[courtiings]

@bloodofmetia [ for augustus ]

Rayne proved to be one very, very productive mommy at the gala in Valtolia all those moons ago. They had faith in Florian to find himself a suitable suitor, truly, but their finances were dwindling fast. Rayne knew they needed to step in and assist their darling son with the matter. If they had any hope of maintaining their expensive lifestyle.

Why did you have to die, my love...

Admittedly, aiming for the stars with a crown prince did not seem wise, but you do miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Rayne made a concerted effort to meet every single one and float the opportunity of a convenient marriage to them.

Best case scenario? Rayne finds their son a rich husband.

Worst case scenario? Rayne gets dicked down to oblivion and sent home with a rejection on their offer.

Augustus was the first to bite, so Rayne found their way to Medes to discuss business in person... and in private. This sitting room flanked by guards was not ideal, but still better than nothing.

"Your palace is lovely, Prince, truly," Rayne says ravishingly, reaching out to place a friendly, maternal hand on the young man's lap. "And I am honored that you even took the time to entertain an old bat such as myself... which brings us to the matter at hand. Are you... spoken for? Betrothed? Because if not, my son Florian is such a catch, and I believe you would get along famously..."

[courtiings]

@poweir: “ get on your knees and beg. ”

Rayne enjoyed younger men. What they lacked in tact and expertise, perhaps, they more than made up for in enthusiasm. All that hot, red blood pumping through their virile veins, muscles bulging and pricks standing at full attention... it reminded them of Lord Auridon in his prime, when they first met. Rayne didn't like to admit it, but that was the first they they'd ever truly felt passion for another person. Perhaps even the last time as well.

But this wasn't passion. It was lust.

Quite some time ago, long before he ascended to his title of coinmaster, Rayne and Lucien formed an instant connection upon the latter's official debut in Valtolian society. They saw the rising lord as a potential model for their then-adolescent son; so quietly strong and clever.

But more important, the young man proved himself to be an excellent fuck.

They met at semi-occasional interval throughout the year, enjoying one another's company on an intellectual level before then proceeding to the bedroom... if, as in cases like these, they ever even made it that far.

"You want me to get on my knees and beg for you, ser...?" Rayne smirks, entertained by Lucien's initiative to show some dominance. No man could truly overpower Rayne —except perhaps their late husband, and even then— but they liked Lucien enough to entertain the possibility.

"Alright," Rayne says, leaving a coquettish little kiss to the younger man's lips, then unbuttoning his shirt and continuing the act as more and more of Lucien's toned chest revealed itself to the laird. When Rayne finally arrived to the ground, knees planted firmly on the ground, they look up at Lucien with hungry, desperate eyes, hands clasped at Lucien's belt.

"Please, ser..." they begin, in a desperately pleading voice they knew would drive Lucien crazy, rubbing the growing tent as it appeared inside the young man's pants right before them. "I want your cock, so, so badly... I will simply die if you do not give it to me, in my mouth, in my hands, inside my tight little cunt—"

"Don't you want me to make you feel divine, ser...?"